Here's to the Maiden of Bashful Fifteen.
Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen,
Here's to the widow of fifty;
Here's to the flaunting extravagant queen,
And here's to the house-wife that's thrifty.
Here's to the charmer, whose dimples we prize,
Now to the maid who has none, sir;
Here's to the girl with a pair of blue eyes,
And here's to the nymph with but one, air.
Here's to the maid with a bosom of snow,
Now to her that's brown as a berry;
Here's to the wife with a face full of woe,
And now to the damsel that's merry.
Let her be clumsy, or let her be slim,
Young or ancient, I care not a feather;
Fill up your glasses-nay, fill to the brim,
And let us e'en toast them together.